After my husband died five years ago, I went through all the boxes in the basement. The further I got, the older the boxes. The last box I went through was from our apartment. We moved in 1980. The only thing I kept from that box… our 1976 marriage certificate.
Yesterday I threw out an electric powered grindstone which was on the attic since 2012… a non functioning electric grindstone. Probably just a minor fix to repair it but if you haven’t used that thing since a decade… chuck it out
This is great. That jug(?) with the face, boxes unopened from the last move, even the move before that — yup, time to dump the junk. But, yes, fun to go through it first. People say, “the memories are enough,” but at least save those old photo albums (or save the photos digitally), upgrade the films to the latest technology. Stuff like that doesn’t take up much space (nowadays some space on a multi-terabyte hard drive, big deal) and go through it once in a while, for example, at Christmas or New Year’s Day, with the family — it may stir up memories you’d forgotten you had and give the next generation some roots.
I’ve read that if you haven’t looked at, worn, or used something in the last year, get rid of it. So, I make sure to pull my photo albums out at least once a year to look through the pages. I actually enjoy spending that time turning the pages and being reminded of faces and places in the past. A moment captured in time and committed to print is timeless. A printed photograph can vividly bring forgotten memories to mind. Now we all take, literally, thousands of digital photos, a total of trillions, which are posted online to be viewed in a nano-glance and then disappear into the ether. We are in the generation of now, not looking at back then. I need to go through my digital photo storage, pick and choose the most important ones to me to print out and put into albums. No one else will value my photos, not now nor when I’m dead and gone. They will be thrown away. But while I live, they are treasures I have gathered along the way.
Opening one of the old apartment boxes,Well stumbles across Janis’ forty year old crocheted bikini and begins egging his spouse with a dare to try it on for him.
We moved here – about 5 blocks from the apartment we moved into as newly weds 10 years before – 40+ years ago. Everything was unpacked as we did not have (relatively) much stuff. Each moved stuff of ours from parents houses where same had been left. Most stuff has been used over the decades & much has been donated to get rid of it.
The house has an attic. It is NOT easy to access – one has to empty out a closet in the second bedroom (aka our office) & remove the front half of the shelf, use the special folding ladder we bought to do this with as it fits into the closet, climb up, lift the square in the ceiling to open up the space and then crawl into the attic. One cannot stand up even at the tallest part of the attic even if one is only 5’1" tall. When we moved in we figured (since we each grew up in a house with a usable attic) that this was a great place to store prior year’s financial records – so 3 years worth went into the attic – along with some prior year Playboy magazines – for storage. I climbed back up the next couple of years to store the prior year’s financial records & remove the oldest year each time to shred & get rid of. Then I switched to much of our records being on the computer and forgot about the records in the attic.
Late last year I found out that I had a hidden memory of some medical procedure done in late 1980s when we storing in the attic. Chances are it would not actually help – but it occurred to me if I climbed up there and took out the old records I might find the answer. However – we have had mice (which an exterminator got rid of for us) and there is about 30 years of dust up there. Add to that I was never very spry – even less so now – plus grossed out by the thought of crawling through that dust and what might be in it – so I have not done so and have left those time capsule financial records up there and hope that one of I, my husband, or my sister and her husband remember the details for me.
alasko over 1 year ago
More Polaroids? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
Yakety Sax over 1 year ago
Treasure hunt…..
tverberg over 1 year ago
After my husband died five years ago, I went through all the boxes in the basement. The further I got, the older the boxes. The last box I went through was from our apartment. We moved in 1980. The only thing I kept from that box… our 1976 marriage certificate.
Gordo4ever over 1 year ago
Man, can I identify with this after a lifetime of moves. At least the boxes were labeled: College textbooks, et al.
Rhetorical_Question over 1 year ago
Archeological trail of their past lives?
JoeStoppinghem Premium Member over 1 year ago
Still don’t want them to move…
SNVBD over 1 year ago
Yesterday I threw out an electric powered grindstone which was on the attic since 2012… a non functioning electric grindstone. Probably just a minor fix to repair it but if you haven’t used that thing since a decade… chuck it out
James Deveney Premium Member over 1 year ago
Reminds me of George Carlin’s “Stuff”.
bobpeters61 over 1 year ago
Yep, Janis is really “moving it along” by opening up that fresh can of stop-and-reminisce.
lee61951 over 1 year ago
That’s an ugly jug he has in Panel 1. Very collectable – I have one in my collecton.
Lady loves a joke over 1 year ago
You have to at least go through the boxes, even if most of it is trash.
William Bednar Premium Member over 1 year ago
And that really old box, half hidden in the back? That’s from Arlo’s childhood home. God knows what’s in there!
Billys mom2022 over 1 year ago
Sell them online. You never know what people will pay for “junk”
DaBump Premium Member over 1 year ago
This is great. That jug(?) with the face, boxes unopened from the last move, even the move before that — yup, time to dump the junk. But, yes, fun to go through it first. People say, “the memories are enough,” but at least save those old photo albums (or save the photos digitally), upgrade the films to the latest technology. Stuff like that doesn’t take up much space (nowadays some space on a multi-terabyte hard drive, big deal) and go through it once in a while, for example, at Christmas or New Year’s Day, with the family — it may stir up memories you’d forgotten you had and give the next generation some roots.
diskus Premium Member over 1 year ago
The key to every move is a very large dumpster
Gameguy49 Premium Member over 1 year ago
If you haven’t used something in two years you don’t need it.
Skeptical Meg over 1 year ago
Inadvertent time capsule.
SofaKing Premium Member over 1 year ago
I bet there’s a bong in one of the boxes…
royq27 over 1 year ago
Ya know, just leave them and let the heirs deal…
Aladar30 Premium Member over 1 year ago
Wow! That’s crazy!
DDrazen over 1 year ago
“After three moves, just burn the house down.” Bohemian proverb.
sheashea over 1 year ago
How long have Arlo and Janis been married???
PassinThru over 1 year ago
Time capsule!
KEA over 1 year ago
been there, done that, wondered about my sanity
MuddyUSA Premium Member over 1 year ago
Boxes full of forgotten memories……
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace over 1 year ago
There is more than one way to travel in time.
ChattyFran over 1 year ago
Ok. Now I KNOW Jimmy has been watching us. We had the exact same boxes in our attic, only they were from 24 years ago, not 27.
ChattyFran over 1 year ago
If that’s a face jug, those can be valuable. It’s time for Arlo to discover EBay collectors who will pay good money for their old things.
Sojourner over 1 year ago
I’ve read that if you haven’t looked at, worn, or used something in the last year, get rid of it. So, I make sure to pull my photo albums out at least once a year to look through the pages. I actually enjoy spending that time turning the pages and being reminded of faces and places in the past. A moment captured in time and committed to print is timeless. A printed photograph can vividly bring forgotten memories to mind. Now we all take, literally, thousands of digital photos, a total of trillions, which are posted online to be viewed in a nano-glance and then disappear into the ether. We are in the generation of now, not looking at back then. I need to go through my digital photo storage, pick and choose the most important ones to me to print out and put into albums. No one else will value my photos, not now nor when I’m dead and gone. They will be thrown away. But while I live, they are treasures I have gathered along the way.
eced52 over 1 year ago
Do tell, or are they too graphic in nature?
gcarlson over 1 year ago
34 years in our house, I think we’ve only unpacked housewares and (some since repacked) knickknacks and artwork my wife put in storage 37 years ago.
MRBLUESKY529 over 1 year ago
Once again JJ must have a spy in my house.
bluephrog over 1 year ago
Opening one of the old apartment boxes,Well stumbles across Janis’ forty year old crocheted bikini and begins egging his spouse with a dare to try it on for him.
Mbwebwe over 1 year ago
Some of those grotesque jugs are worth quite a bit!
Ceeg22 Premium Member over 1 year ago
Which supports his theory that the boxes aren’t worth opening
wildlandwaters over 1 year ago
Kinda like a time capsule!
mafastore over 1 year ago
We moved here – about 5 blocks from the apartment we moved into as newly weds 10 years before – 40+ years ago. Everything was unpacked as we did not have (relatively) much stuff. Each moved stuff of ours from parents houses where same had been left. Most stuff has been used over the decades & much has been donated to get rid of it.
The house has an attic. It is NOT easy to access – one has to empty out a closet in the second bedroom (aka our office) & remove the front half of the shelf, use the special folding ladder we bought to do this with as it fits into the closet, climb up, lift the square in the ceiling to open up the space and then crawl into the attic. One cannot stand up even at the tallest part of the attic even if one is only 5’1" tall. When we moved in we figured (since we each grew up in a house with a usable attic) that this was a great place to store prior year’s financial records – so 3 years worth went into the attic – along with some prior year Playboy magazines – for storage. I climbed back up the next couple of years to store the prior year’s financial records & remove the oldest year each time to shred & get rid of. Then I switched to much of our records being on the computer and forgot about the records in the attic.
Late last year I found out that I had a hidden memory of some medical procedure done in late 1980s when we storing in the attic. Chances are it would not actually help – but it occurred to me if I climbed up there and took out the old records I might find the answer. However – we have had mice (which an exterminator got rid of for us) and there is about 30 years of dust up there. Add to that I was never very spry – even less so now – plus grossed out by the thought of crawling through that dust and what might be in it – so I have not done so and have left those time capsule financial records up there and hope that one of I, my husband, or my sister and her husband remember the details for me.
tcviii Premium Member about 1 year ago
Those face jugs could be valuable.